Saturday, January 26, 2013

Woke to the news of yet another fallen friend. No overdose, murder, or suicide this time; just fate at its cruelest. It's heartbreaking when you lose someone so young; someone who you know touched so many through their talent, charm, wit, and love of life. It's been more than a few years, but now I truly appreciate the late nights at the bar hearing your crazy (and fantastic) theories on life, and talking about reggae, Dylan, and your own music.

You were truly a champion in the arena that is this small world, and this one's for you... Fare thee well and rest in peace.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

"Harvey Shapiro, an admired American poet who chose newspaper work over the time-honored academic vocation of his peers, and who as an editor at The New York Times made an epochal assignment — what became the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s "Letter From Birmingham Jail" — that ultimately never appeared in the newspaper, died on Monday in Manhattan." ... Story continues here: Harvey Shapiro, Poet And Editor, Dies At 88 (NY Times)

Monday, January 7, 2013

"You remain invested in your inner child by exploding every day. You don’t worry about the future, you don’t worry about the past — you just explode. So, if you are dynamic, you don’t have to worry about what age you are. So I’ve remained a boy, because boys run everywhere — they never stop running, they never look back, they never look back, they just keep running, running, and running. That’s me — the running boy."

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"When I was very young, I admired hardened criminals locked behind prison doors; I visited inns and taverns they frequented; with their eyes, I saw the blue sky and the blossoming work of the fields; I tracked their scent through cities. They were more powerful than saints, more prudent than explorers — and they, they alone, were witnesses to glory and reason!"